Hi guys! This chapter was pretty fun to write! Let me know what you think and hope you enjoy! -hopefullyhopeful7211
"Emma! Guess who we ran into yesterday ;)" Ruby and Belle send as they begin a playful banter with their friend.
"I have no idea who you would be talking about" Emma responds blushing and frustrated with the teasing.
Ruby and Belle crack up laughing. "Oh my god, this is fantastic!" Ruby exclaims to her girlfriend as they continue to tease the blonde through text.
"Emma, you know who. Don't play dumb!"
"Jfc guys! We aren't even together. I don't even know for sure if she likes me"
Ruby and Belle decide to lay off a bit at the outburst.
"Dude, you should've seen her when we mentioned your name. She definitely has the feels for ya!"
"I guess I'll find out Monday. I'm super nervous. What if I fuck up?"
"Just be yourself Swan! You're a natural charmer. She'll love you!" they console their best friend.
"Fuck, okay. So do you guys want to hang out?" she asks them hopefully. I've been alone all weekend. I'm not sure how much more of this I can take.
"I don't think we can. There's some family birthday dinner for Belle's dad" Ruby responds apologetically.
"Oh okay, that's cool. Tell him I said happy birthday" Emma sighs.
"Will do!"
A couple hours pass. I'm so fucking bored! Emma internally complains as she lightly bashes her head against the back of her couch. I've already refreshed my Twitter feed a billion times within five minutes. She stands up looking out the window. There's a fairly nice view of campus. Perfectly trimmed grass. Trees line the sidewalks. There's tennis courts and soccer fields in her view. Ruby and Belle totally ditched me all weekend because apparently they don't already get enough alone time. Her internal voice rambles. Now it's Sunday and I still have nothing to do. She groans and steps away from the window. You know what I'm going for a run. Fuck them and their overbearing perfect couple status.
She changes into running shorts and a loose t-shirt, pulls her golden hair into a sloppy ponytail, then throws on her tennis shoes. She bolts out the door.
It's one of the first nice days in spring time. The grass is exceptionally bright green with yellow and purple wild flowers sprouting in the fields. Emma pants heavily as she rounds the corner of the park's running loop again. Fuck, I have to stop. More panting. Just a few more strides. There's a bench right there. She makes it and plops onto the bench. Breathing heavily she leans back and scans the area trying to cool off. Couples walk hand in hand. Families with young children running just ahead. People with cute dogs. Aww, puppies! I wish I could get a puppy. Regina. What?! Regina's here? Emma panics. Regina wears a fitted V-neck shirt and jean shorts. Only a few beads of sweat form above her cleavage. She has headphones in as she walks at a brisk pace. I wonder what she's listening to. Fuck. Am I crazy? Why am I still sitting here? Her head darts around as she looks for an escape route. It's too late. Their eyes meet for the first time in two days. Emma feels paralyzed. Regina's gaze drops to avoid the intense eye contact. She keeps walking towards Emma. Then her face breaks into a mega-watt smile and she takes her headphones out of her ears. Did I do something? Emma notices she stood up at some point. They are just a couple feet apart. How long have we been like this? Shit. Say something, Swan!
"Hi, I wasn't expecting to see you here," she states as she smiles brightly.
"Me too. It looks like you ran a lot," Regina giggles gesturing to Emma.
"Oh, yeah," suddenly self-conscious she breaks eye contact to look down at herself. Oh my god, I'm a sweaty mess. Of all days…
"No, Emma, it's okay," she reaches out and brushes the blonde's arm in good will. Emma responds to her touch with a shiver, "I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to make you feel bad". Regina also brings her gaze down to the ground.
"It's totally fine. You don't have to apologize for anything," setting her own self-conscious thoughts aside, she lightly places her hand on Regina's shoulder. The brunette leans into the touch. She brings her deep brown eyes to meet with Emma's illuminating emeralds. They are accentuated by the colors of spring surrounding them.
"So, I was just finished running. Do you want to go get some iced coffee with me?" Emma breaks the silence. It's really fucking hot out here. I'm not sure it's just the weather. Shit.
"Yes, I would like that," Regina responds in a low voice and a grin on her face.
Emma's eyes widen at the brunette's response. Wait, did I just ask her on a date? What have I gotten myself into?
They turn to walk side by side the two blocks to the nearest coffee shop.
As they approach the entrance of the coffee shop Emma jumps ahead grabbing the door for the brunette.
"Thanks," Regina flashes a smile and steps through. Emma follows and they walk up to the counter.
"I'll have an iced vanilla coffee," Emma gestures to the brunette, "and whatever she's having".
"Oh, an iced mocha please," Regina responds startled by the way the blonde took charge. This is a little different than I'm used to. She fumbles in her pockets to grab a few stray dollars, but Emma moved more quickly and had already handed the cashier a credit card.
"Thanks, step over this way and your order will be ready shortly," the cashier hands back the card and receipt.
"Emma, you didn't have to do that," Regina looks sincerely at the other woman as they wait for the drinks. Is she trying to impress me? I don't want her to feel like she needs to buy me things. I'm already quite interested without those extra gestures.
"It's okay, I wanted to and besides I invited you. I'd be kind of a bitch if I made you pay for something you weren't planning on buying today," Emma reasons. Fuck, I hope I didn't offend her…
"Emma, you are not a bitch"
Emma begins to laugh aloud.
"What's so funny?" she huffs.
"I just don't think I've heard you cuss before," she composes herself, but still has a goofy grin, "It's cute"
Blushing she responds without thinking, "You're cute" Wait, did I just say that? I've lost control. She looks hopefully into the blonde's eyes regardless of her thoughts to slow things down.
"Well, I…uh…" she stammers.
"Iced vanilla and iced mocha up!"
Saved by the barista I guess?
They grab their drinks and take a seat at a table outside. The warmth of the sun feels nice on their skin. Emma takes her hair out of a ponytail and it flows in light waves below her shoulders. She loosens up as the interaction continues. In between sips and pleasant conversation Regina truly appreciates the beauty of the woman sitting across from her. Her golden hair glistens in the sunlight as it bounces gracefully as she speaks. Her eyes. I have never seen such a brilliant green in my life. They lighten and adorable laugh lines appear as she smiles. I never thought anyone could look at me like this. She continues to admire in more detail. Light freckles kiss the tops of the blonde's cheeks. She notices the natural blush of red below the few, small freckles. She brings her eyes down further. Her perfect lips become more kissable every moment that she continues to ramble on about her love of cheesy foods. Even further. She quickly longs a glance at her body. She's in impeccable shape. I bet she has abs to die for. Her legs look slightly tanned in the sunlight and the muscles shift. As her glance moves back to her face she can't help but stop to gaze at her biceps. I bet she could pick me up with ease. That will never happen.
Gaining confidence from the not so subtle looks the brunette has been giving her this whole time Emma shifts the conversation, "So about what you said earlier. You think I'm cute, huh?" A sinister yet playful grin appears on her face. No way will she admit to it.
Nearly spitting out her drink, the brunette grabs onto the table to keep herself steady. She quickly composes herself. Now or never.
"Well, yes, but perhaps more than just cute" she says in a teasing tone, her deep brown eyes melt.
A bit shocked with the overt nature of this conversation, Emma's eyes widen quickly. Many emotions flash on her face. Shock, admiration, lust. Her expressions settle down after a couple seconds.
"Really?" she asks a bit unsure.
She leans forward and in a low voice says, "Yes dear, you are very attractive," her eyes dart across Emma's face to gauge her reaction as she confirms her attraction. I do not bluff.
Emma's jaw drops and her eyes smolder. She fantasizes of standing up, walking over to the teasing brunette, picking her up, and bringing her into a long, deep kiss. Her legs would wrap around her as their mouths would explore each other. Then she'd sit her sweet ass down on this table right now. She quickly shuts her mouth embarrassed by her horn dog reactions to the woman sitting across from her. She takes her hand from off her lap and places it gently on top of Regina's hand which still is grabbing onto the side of the table. The contact makes her heart soar. She somehow already knows she would do anything for this cute, adorable, sexy, playful, teasing brunette sitting with her.
